“This is cool,” said Carol.
S-45, the robotic sentry Dr. Thadfield had assigned as her babysitter, leaned closely over her shoulder.
“What did you find?”
“Oh, nothing. Nothing you’d understand anyway, Lurch.”
“You are required to answer all of my inquiries, or Doctor Thadfield will have me put you in a specimen cage again,” scolded S-45. “And I remind you that my designation is not Lurch.”
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